Perhaps I should just start embracing, instead of subjugating, my Inner Snark. Because, well, my Outer Snark has landed. Quite a time ago. The grass is growing underneath it and everything, I was just refusing to acknowledge that it was there.

DAD: …So Aaron asked me to go visit his building site, but I didn’t, because of the ice and cold //and I'm a big, fat wimp//.

ME: *gives him A Look*

DAD: Hey hey, what’s that about?

ME: So much for being the alpha male.

DAD: I - what? I never said that.

ME: On the contrary, you say it all. The. Time. *sings quite tunefully* Coming back to bite your ass, coming back to bite your ass…

DAD: Yeah - well - you - you - you’re the alpha bitch!!

Later we all ran outside marvelling and going ‘Oooh!’ because the sun was out. And all piled into the garden bench. (Wearing forty layers, of course, because we didn't want to, like, die of frostbite.)

Your parents are teh cool. You must admit it to yourself, because admittance is the first step to acceptance, or something like that. They are TEH COOL. *fangirls*

Oh, what? Of course I don't like you for your parents. I like you for you. Hush now, I'm writing a scoradh's dad drabble.

Especially I like you more because you have grey hair. That makes you like Holden Caulfield. *hearts* And he's half-Irish too!

Embrace away.

I am trying to write the Draco but my mum decided to throw a party ON MOTHER'S DAY for SOMEONE ELSE, which means she is not putting her feet up at all unless it is to stand on a stool, and everyone is playing the PS2 and checking their email instead of socialising (as you do at parties), so I am averaging about twenty words per ten minutes, as I keep on having to minimise Word so that no-one notices my GEEKERY when they walk past.

You will still have it by tonight though, unless that of which we do not speak happens.

Yes, I'm only mildly traumatised by the idea of a My-Dad drabble. I'm pretty accepting, particularly as I only see him at weekends. Enough fur flies then, thank you!

I'll just be flattered by this reference, because although the name's familiar I don't know who is this Holden person. (I'd plump more for Liam Neeson, meself.)

Oh, how familiar that sounds! Mother/father/brother/random axe murderer passing through comes into bedroom, and I'm: 'Of course I just sit here for hours looking at my screensaver of unnaturally dewy flowers/Media Player setlist. What did you think?'

Your dad called you a bitch? Okay, correct me if I have gotten the wrong opinion, but your family seems very close, in that you are all so similar and amuse each other so much with your general family Snark. That is very cool.

Oh, yes. *is surprised* My family is quite vocal with the auld profanities, but my dad is a builder. And my parents are both management, which makes them not exactly the most chilled out and stress-free people. xD I hate it more when he says I should find a cure for the readin'.

Familiarity breeds contempt? I give out to my parents quite a lot, I must admit. They need shaking up (again, the management thing gives them big heads). We actually all spark off each other more than anything, which can be quite hurtful a lot of the time...but yes, generates exceedingly good snark! *g*